Hanging out in the sky

Excerpt of "Mindful"
by Mary Oliver

Every day
I see or I hear
something
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.

Not much time on Blip today. Instead the pleasure of talking, listening, friendship.

The whole poem is here. (Line 2 is "I see or I hear" and is misquoted in many of the online versions of the poem. Also the spacing of the words is particular and clearly intentional, and I cannot replicate the spacing here. Apologies to Mary Oliver.)